Best Brains Poems
Old heads know more,
but can't explore anymore.
Justly, they exploit experience,
adroitly squishing creativity.
Too old to play,
with naivety.
School day memories,
Were Maths and literacy,
Did compound interest, you see,
Before decimal currency,
Had no calculators,
Used our brains, good for later!
A very interesting, yet a confounding topic
That may perhaps raise a storm in a teacup
Those espousing the cause of women’s lib
Might find it disparaging and worth a snub.
Anyone can be as cute as one can be; in fact
But it is yet better to be wise than to be sweet
For brains will guide ever in life; a true friend
But in beauty one finds a playmate; short-lived.
For beauty is temporary that lasts for a while
It fades away with each passing day’s smile
It is not the outward appearance that is vital
But one’s own soul’s doing that is beautiful.
Generally beauty demands added attention
But it is the brain that commands position
The ignorant countless madly chase beauty
But a chosen few pursue brains diligently.
Thus it is better for the fairer sex to concede
That the peripheral beauty is but skin deep
And what truly in the long run matters most
Is certainly not looks but grey matter intact.
We've all got a brain, you know
Though it cannot quite be seen
It stays imprisoned within our skulls
To be heard, it's very keen
It often finds it's way outdoors
Through our toothed facial channel.
It plans a detour, when our lenses spot
An approaching academic tunnel
But, what does a brain look like?
I often sit and ponder.
How does it feel within our skull?
How does it taste, I wonder!
So I went to ask my mama
"How does a brain look?"
She said, she would show it to me
But then, pulled out a book
She showed me all the diagrams
And read all the relevant text
Explained to me bit by bit
Assuming, I was interested
Cerebral cortex and cerebellum
And all the labelled lobes
Muscles movements and memories
A place for maths, a place for hopes
To her dismay, I spilled the beans,
"That's not quite what I wanted,
I intended to see a brain hands-on
But, thanks for what you imparted."
"I think I've quite understood
The functions this book explains",
I informed mama with a smile,
"My one question, but, remains"
"What is it, my dear one?
Let's work it through together"
"What does a brain taste like, mama?
I solemnly wonder"
Like a frozen deer in headlights,
She stared at me bewildered!
Her ears vented invisible steam
And in gravest tone, she whispered,
"How do you declare to know not
The taste of human brain?"
In countless portions, you chew my harns
Yet you dare to pose this claim?!"
Brains:
Many secrets held in
caverns
energy in the
literal folds
do not sell your
mind
to the highest
bidder
there is something
new
under the sun
Be brave -save
our
planet
Don't sell to the
highest bidder
never be a quitter
or a sitter,
move!, use the power
in your
ability to think-
eat brain-food
and brain- storm.
Don't sell to the
highest bidder
Set your aptitude
meter up high
align your self with
what we are equipped
to do! Sane people
needed to save our
planet dammit!
The mighty Gate is
only a
man.
Let us think!
there is something
new
to do, Under the
sun.
even waste has it's
place
every thing is
viable
we will be held
liable.
Don't sell to the
highest bidder.
nor be a quitter,
nor a sitter.
Do what's best with
our minds.
Brains unused will
prove
to be our downfall
what good is it to
know the score
answer trivia
fight in Bolivia-or
Libya
But cannot think our
way out
this man-made mess.
We have the brains I
Confess, let us use
them-
There is something
new
Under the sun.
Let us clean -
up this
Planet Dammit"
Once having it fun it crawls back from the shell,
Making decisions a true living hell.
'For every action there is a reaction's,
Always here to take away satisfaction.
Had enough beer, right time to find a dame,
One singing on stage seems to not know my name.
Seems nice enough for adventure tonight,
Her accent ain't fine, but the face looks alright.
Now stop, hold on, take a breath and listen.
It's time for a break and for some revision.
Don't pick on her looks or the way that she talks,
You're no perfect man and you have your own faults.
Once having it fun it crawls back from the shell,
Making decisions a true living hell.
'For every action there is a reaction's,
Always here to take away satisfaction.
I can't believe this witch brags with such pride.
Talking like she has achieved something in life.
Can't she comprehend I just want to get laid,
Not how much for her trips her parents have paid.
Assumptions, presumptions, insane expectations.
Every idea you express is absurdly fallacious.
Why take an issue with her self-esteem?
Maybe to travel is her personal dream?
Once having it fun it crawls back from the shell,
Making decisions a true living hell.
'For every action there is a reaction's,
Always here to take away satisfaction.
Remember the darling I've been with and ditched,
Because love made you unable to think?
Now you're complaining about me being rude?
You know what brain? I dislike your attitude.
Now you're blaming me for once dropping the ball,
Using it to justify every bad call.
Who am I kidding, she's waving her keys,
Cuddle her gently and do what you please.
Leaders are broken
too many old men are outspoken
because the other is wrong
never makes all old men right
experts will tell you science
extremists will proclaim gods will
the world does spin around the sun
no matter
the church burns you for other views
reality
is often the devil
for telling the truth
Wisdom from the garden
of Galileo Galilei
drink wine
instead of breaking plates
love holds no anger
SING IT TO “Danny Boy”
Verse
Oh what a joke
This beer is full of water
Tastes not like beer
But something very strange
So landlord dear do tell us what you diiid
Make sure you never dooooo it again
Refrain
From pub to pub we taste the watered beer
But no one cares its Friiiday - lets go
Time to relax with all your friends around you
Oh Braiiiins dark* I dooooo love you so
Verse
It’s Friday night and we are feeling hungry
One place to go to ease our appetite
Its Chippy Alley*** in the city centre
Brains dark*, Clarks pies**, will soon put it right
Refrain
From pub to pub we taste the watered beer
But no one cares Its Friiiday lets go
Time to relax with all your friends around you
Oh Braaains Dark I dooooo love you so
• Brains Dark Beer - brewed in Cardiff very strong taste (hops).
** Clarks Pies - Famous meat pies made in Cardiff. If your from Cardiff and not at
home you will yearn for both.
*** Chippy Alley side street in city centre, mostly chip shops, used when
international rugby is in town
The cryogenic lab held many a jar
And Walt Disney’s brain I could see from afar
Perpetually frozen to see a new age
With some I tried conversation to engage
But the brains had no mouths with which to speak
No ears either to hear me give a shriek
The site before me seemed so very bizarre
I made my living will, requesting “no jar”
*Written January 17, 2012 by Susan’s “Jars” contest
Teeter Totter Fitter Fotter
here and there everywhere
scrambled brains for breakfast
brain salad sandwiches for lunch
brains a la scrambled for dinner
um I think I would rather starve
I go to school to eat some real food
But, i get doughnut brains for breakfast
chicken with a side of mac `n` brains for lunch
to be quite honest i do need brains but not this many
i`m almost scared to ask, what`s for dinner?
'cause i know it`s got brains in it
i was right it was broccoli and brains
with cheese on top i am not hungry
tonight mom.
And the world slumbers on,
While its sons and its daughters,
Are herded, like sheep,
Down the dark streets, to slaughter.
How fragile the thread.
By which street life hangs
With the guns and the drugs,
And the warring of gangs.
Dismount, while you can,
From that street carousel.
It's end destination
Will be prison, or hell.
With the world on the streets
Swiftly going insane,
'Stead of gettin' more guns,
You'd best be growin' some brains.
Our stone-age brains are single-minded:
we seek to hurl our genes into the future.
Display your fitness, man, and ride the wave
of giddy, girly admiration!
The muscles, music, mines and millions — aimed to convince
and often to mislead.
The queen stays red and reads the manly strutting
between the lines — life’s race is to the death.
The Botox, high-heeled shoes, the lipstick — all are silly ruses
transparenter than glass or water's surface.
And yet we fall for every one and fly likes insects
towards a warmth that fries us to a crisp.
“But no!” we whine. “We hold our own and matter.
We are postmodern, Marxist and in charge.
We’re self-created, made of human language.
Are we a bunch of dogs or are we gods?
Shake off the chains of jealousy and anger!
Drink Maggie’s mead! Eat not of Darwin’s specious yeast.
Blank is the slate on which we brand our likeness.
We conquer Chaos; we are in Control.”
And yet… the lipstick, the mascara
cling to her face with insolence and glee.
And yet… he spins a peacock’s tale resplendent
which costs so much and only slows him down.
I know this all too well for freedom’s smugness.
My strings are yanked, my head is turned.
I’m kin-selected and expended.
I’m my own man? Hell no! I own me not.
But still, I need you, my beloved robot,
to join me on the searing savannah.
The task at hand is monumental —
to swallow truth without a hint of choking.
Love is not gone, it’s just a grunt within us.
It’s in the patient tools of stone and fire pits.
And if we stick together, if we huddle,
the horrors of the night will fade away.
(For MTG, LB and their ilk)
Give a koala
A fistful of eucalyptus leaves; their only food,
They won't know what to do with it.
Gotta pick it themselves, or starve.
That's because their brains are smooth,
Like chicken breasts.
No convolutions, small surface area, few connections.
What you see is what you get;
Pretty damned dumb for a mammal.
It seems to me, my dears,
You bear a striking resemblance
To these creatures.
Hand you a concept outside of your bubble -
You know, the food of higher thoughts - You just stare at it,
Reject it as undigestible.
This renders your very thoughts smooth,
No convolutions, small surface area, few connections.
What you see is what you get;
Pretty damned dumb for mammals.
Once upon a time,
There was veritable indifference
In the mind of a man
Who always lies.
As he flipped
Through movie channels
With his IO remote,
The world suddenly became downtrodden.
The discovery
That Howie Mandel
Had actually became the host
Of his own reality series
Sent the man overboard.
He threw his IO remote at the TV
With such a velocity,
The explosion sent sparks
That reached his sofa.
The piece's arm was in flames.
For one brief moment
He thought of calling the fire department,
But he changed his mind.
He reached into his pocket
And pulled out a pack of cigarettes,
Down to its last smoke.
The heat lulled his face
As he lifted the butt to his lips
And dipped the tip into an open flame.
He took a stale pull,
Sat back and puffed away.
The empty pack clenched in his palm
As he slowly made a fist
And threw it at the broken television.
He started laughing like a maniacal king,
And continued to do so
Until the black air had him coughing,
Rendered him unconscious
And he lived happily ever after.
My heartbeat’s wrath
Pitter pat, pat
When I see the house that
We used to love in.
Now all worn and broken.
The tortures of the used to be’s
And haunting memories
Mangle my mind into mashed potatoes.
Who will know more woes
Than those with brains of mashed potatoes?